Poems by Edgar Albert Guest
Sticky Fingers
... Yes, finger-marked my clothes may be, ...
The Frosting Dish
... " And as she hands him spoon and plate ...
Up To The Ceiling
... Peace comes to the battered ...
The Panama Canal
... S. A. Into its massive walls were poured ...
The Call
... When the steeps I've mastered ...
The Apple Tree
... with a welcome warm and true In a way that sets you thinking ...
Equipment
... But you've all they had when they made their start ...
A Successful Dad
... For I know that my baby still thinks I am splendid, ...
Cornered
... Now Ma's kissin' 'em both, then she'll come out and cry, ...
So Easy
... And the sting of the rain beating sharp in his face ...
The Father Of The Man
... He's fightin' hate an' greed an' lust, ...
Improvement
... In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling till you're free ...
History Teaches
... They will teach you, Buddy, ...
The Making Of Friends
... we, And never we gave to another in need, what a dreary old world it would be! ...
Mrs. Malone And The Censor
... It's a ----. Oh, but that's somethin' they won't let me tell ...
